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Friday, January 9, 2009

I want to ride a bicycle

Let me explain: people in Florence made bicycle riding seem so fun with their perfect outfits on top of shitty bikes and as a result I became really excited about riding my bike. However, my bike isn't good-looking in the falling apart sort of way like Italian bikes are, as it is not actually falling apart and I would wear a helmut because I worry so much about everything, including falling off my bike and breaking my brain. So basically I'm really excited to ride my bicycle, but it's the middle of winter and my bike is in a different city.